"Call my nephew," Fred was yelling, at no one in particular.
"He will come here and look after anything."
He pointed at himself.
"I am blood. His blood. I am Billy's Uncle Fred."
"Fuck."
Bill looked at Matty.
"Go get that anchor, will you?"
He started walking toward Fred.
"There he is.
There is my rich, wonderful nephew."
Fred staggered to Bill and put his arms around him, pointing at Valerie.
"She cut me off. She had the nerve to cut me off.
Me. Fred Williams, uncle to ..."
He looked at Bill.
"Well, to you."
Bill looked at Wike Rideout and Ronnie Johnstone, who were sitting at a table nearby.
"Can you guys give me a hand?"
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They both jumped up.
"Ise sorry wes didn't do anyting, Bill," Wike apologized.
"Wes didn't really knows whats to do, other den made sure 'e didn't 'urt 'eself or anyone else."
"Thats okay, guys. You did the right thing."
"Billy boy. Billy boy. Sit with me and have a drink with your Uncle Fred."
Bill shook his head.
"No. Right now I am going to get you to your room and get you to bed."
Fred stood up straight, as he could and glared at Bill.
"I am the adult here, young man."
He plopped down on a chair.
"And I want a drink."
He looked to the bar.
"You, bar wench. Bring me beer."
He waved his arms around.
"Bring us all beer."
Bill pulled Fred up off the chair.
"No more beer for you."
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Tuckamore Bay
General FictionMatty Dove had 18 months to try and find a buyer for her late grandmother's lighthouse. A buyer who, she hoped, would not only buy the lighthouse, but love the village so much that they would invest time and money into saving the community. In 18 mo...
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